Dm - D                   Dm 
1.  You see the ghost of the buffalo moving both fierce and slow                 
      D 
    like glittering prophesies, on the edge of the horizon. 
       Dm 
    As you drive glittering highways and beaten-up byways, 
      D 
    that straddle and girdle our great and many-faced nation. 
     Dm 
    You see the lambs in the ghettos who worship their Gepettos, 
                                                                 D 
     believing in, never seeing, the strings they think bind them. 
      Dm 
    So we write to our congressmen with bleeding pens of the sorrow within, 
                                                                             D 
    and in return, they just send tickets to the latest Tom Hanks show.  
  
 
   F          G       Dm   - F          G         D 
Welcome to the new Wild West, each man for himself. 
    F      G       C        G        F      G      Dm 
   Civilized steeples, and lonely people, welcome to the new Wild West. 
  

              Dm 
2. There are so many factions and cue-card reactions, 
  
    it's hard to keep clear the possibilities here, 
                                     D 
     'cause there's no force to unite them. 
      Dm 
    Privilege has ruled for thousands of years, 
  
     wars have been fought with bibles and tears, 
                                                                 D 
    yet liberation can't deny the temptation, soon becomes the oppressor. 
       Dm 
    Show me a leader who's fit to lead, 
  
    who don't sow his seed in anything wounded enough to breed, 
                                                                   D 
    because after all, what fun is power, if you can't act like a rock star? 
  
 
    F              G        Dm   - F      G            D 
Welcome to the new Wild West,        each man for himself. 
 F           G               C      G        F          G  ~ ~ 
   Civilized steeples, and lonely people, welcome to the new - -  
  
 
    Am           F           G     
    La la da da, la la la la da da.   (2x) 
  
 
       Dm 
3. As for me, I've been petty, oh, and unkind, but I know my own mind, 
  
    and since it seems clear there's no one leading us here, 
                                                      
    the only thing left it appears is  
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    to task ourselves to be better each time, than those before us. 
           Dm 
    We'll be an army of thieves, of self-freed slaves,  
  
    of mild-mannered maids, we'll fight with whispers and blades, 
                                  D 
    so get ready, a new day is dawning 
  
 
   F           G           Dm   - F        G          Dm 
Welcome to the new Wild West,        each man for himself. 
      F              G          C          G            
   A nation of civilized steeples, and lonely people,  
       F        G          Dm 
    welcome to the new Wild West.